...'s ghastly, grim, and ancient raven seemed to speak the Nevermore; and, alas!
nevermore did we children of that happy circle ever meet again.
As the train gathered itself up in the village of Hurtville , the inky black clouds, flashes of almost blinding lightning, and heavy peals of rolling thunder told that the tempest was unchained.
I still had a distance of fourteen or fifteen miles to trave...